Love Never Fails

It says right there in the Bible, "Love never fails." It's on pillows, mugs, it's on my flippin' shower curtain. And I want to say that I know that it is true; love is the one thing we can count on to make things better where they were worse. I know this. I KNOW it, I have seen it. God's very nature is love, according to theology. The Father loves the Son, the Son reciprocates, the Holy Spirit is that reciprocation, therefore the Triune God is love in community with himself. We look to him as our role model for relationship with one another, or at least we try.

I want very badly to say that I know that this is true. But all the love in the world seems to have failed me now. I love someone more than anything, like that ridiculous quote from The Village, "more than the moon and the sun combined." We HAD that, we understood that. And yet it still wasn't enough for me to become more flexible, more willing to accept their personality with all it's strengths and flaws. I couldn't change my values or my outlook so that he and I could stay together, and he couldn't do it for me. We're only human. In humanland, love fails.

I'm not usually cynical and I'm not saying that our love failed. I'm not even saying that it won't eventually be a source of love in years to come. And a year and 2 months of a fantastic relationship isn't a failure, it's a learning experience and a great one, at that. All I'm asking for is answers. God is so immense and amazing, so why can't He overcome some of the evil that has entered our relationship through the back door? Why can't He see what this means to both of us? I'm sick of my Christian campus telling me that "God will work through it." I like to think He will, but they say it with such snobbish conviction, like I should just be remembering this. They don't consider the fact that God just took away the life of a man who has two 5 year old sons and left a young widow alone. They don't consider that God is watching a woman die in Laos as she struggles to breathe from an oxygen tank, as she laments that she is too much of a burden on her family. They don't think about these things as they tell me with absolute certainty that God will provide. If He doesn't want to, He won't, and that's not necessarily a bad thing.

I pray and pray and pray that my current situation turns out for the best, and I understand that God is listening. I understand also that I sound very accusatory right now, but He already knows how I feel and He's still my Father; at the end of the day, He offers a great comfort, like a hug almost. I know that everything will be okay. It just can't stop me from missing the person I love the most, and it can't stop me from being angry and hurt. I am only a human. From down here, it still looks like love has failed me. But from up there, He still sees that love never fails in my life. He still loves us all.

And I REFUSE to take his pictures down. He's still a great friend and they make me smile, dang it.